Ice Cream
Tangled on my tongue is the chocolatey pleasure I love so much
Melting down my throat is a river of exquisite taste
I laze and lick at it, almost in a sinful way
The stickiness is on my lips and runs over my chin
and I bathe in the euphoria that only this treat gives
I almost purr as it slides over my fingers
And I watch as it pools between each one
I may be exaggerating a bit but I don't think it's possible
Because when I lick it off my skin I am sure
There is no other feeling
Quite the same